A quote from Grant Wood describes a condition from which he and many of us suffer: taking too much for granted. Wood said, "...To my great joy, I discovered that in the very commonplace, in my native surroundings, were decorative adventures and that my only difficulty had been in taking them too much for granted." Woods' words ring with truth. My goal as an artist is to capture the wonder of the often overlooked ordinary, the commonplace beauty around us, those little details that make all the difference in our daily lives. The rough hue of rocks, lush blue woodlands, weathered wood grains, and distant meandering dirt roads never cease to appeal to me. I attempt to share the beauty from which routine blinds us. My work can be purchased on ebay or by contacting me personally.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Dotting the landscape in the South are monuments to a by-gone era, the community store. Once hubs of business and community life they stand as reminders of a slower-moving society free of sprawling malls, suburban development, and crippling materialism. In addition to selling everything from hardware to eggs, these locally owned businesses dispensed news and gossip and provided a location for business and social transactions; as very center of a community's existence, they were the heart-beat of community living. Today, if preserved as this one in Roopville, GA, they possibly serve as antique stores or perhaps a local "museum." We are less without them.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
This painting makes me think of the poet Emily Dickinson who lived a life of seclusion in the home of her birth. She was seldom seen in public, and in later years, she took to wearing only white. After her death, rolls of paper containing poems were found squirreled away in the cubicles of her desk. Only after her death, did the world benefit from her poetic legacy.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Despite not ever having a bike of my own, only a well-worn hand-me-down bike, I managed to chalk up some serious bike wrecks in my career. I still have scars from one wreck involving a steep, paved road and a lot of loose gravel. My friend and I almost cut our young lives short. The neighborhood kids who I ran with preferred walking anyway, so we spent most of time on foot, a lot safer.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
My long-lost, extremely wealthy uncle who is going to bequeath me his vast holdings happens to be Italian, which means trips and possibly a home in Italy for me in the future. Uncle Griffino, the dear soul, will enable me to paint routinely in Italy. Until then, I will simply paint scenes that have an Italian flavor in anticipation of that day.
Yet another creative title for art lovers everywhere... This piece was a practice set-up which produced a nice contrast of texture and colors. My kitchen has an apple motif, and I've been tempted to display it there, but I have exhausted the apple theme. I need to let it rest. This piece is looking for a home.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
"Blue Bottle and Pear"---Just how creative is that title? Want-to-Artists are schooled to set up still lifes of random objects and paint from life. That is what this piece is, a random set-up, but since I have always likes blue and yellow as neighbors, this piece has always had a certain appeal to me. The hard surfaced cobalt bottle juxtaposed against the soft surface of the pear creates a sensation that is almost palpable. Often opposites make a good team, as in this case.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
An early spring morning sent me outdoors. Although cool, the weather was sunny, perfect for some plein air painting. I have painted just about everything around my house that is paintable, so out of desperation I chose these two. The jonquil was a voluntary bloom, not meant to be there in the garden spot. But against the empty solitary pot, the two became a winsome pair.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
When I receive my vast inheritance from my long-lost wealthy uncle, I plan on having a beach home, one in a secluded tropical location. Nothing fancy, just a modest bungalow on a quiet beach somewhere will serve the purpose. A good book, a little conversation with good friends, and the ocean breeze will be all I could ask for. The problem lies with the uncle; he hasn't been located. Caribbean Breeze was painted just in case he doesn't show. With a once inch blue-toned frame, this painting is ready to hang.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
These petunias were virtually ignored, but managed to thrive the hot summer. Petunias have always seemed to be a "happy" flower. Perhaps its the open face bloom and their hardiness in bright sun, the hotter the better. Wish I could say the same thing about myself.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
My home and surrounding area have been the subject of many of my paintings, not because my home is exceptional, only convenient for a little plein air practice. If a road trip isn't possible, my front yard is only a few steps away. This is a view of my front yard before neighboring homes were built.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
The title of this painting refers to the tiny figures in the background who are carry what looks to be baskets of clothing. I imagined that these women were returning from doing laundry the hard way. Maybe the idea is to hang the clothes to dry in the warm autumn sun. ...sounds idyll but it's backbreaking work that I am grateful to avoid. The closest I get to this is when I hang items on a drying rack on my back porch which is a few steps away and certainly not heavy work. No, I enjoy being a modern-day woman, thank you.
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Light is a dancer who has unlimited ability. The simplest objects are morphed into fascinating studies by her presence. Little wonder that light is used in the metaphorical sense to refer to the person, presence, and power of God in this world. Light warms, reveals, restores, and heals. Its absence is a sure signal of death. Light on the Terrace is a simple architectural arrangement with light as the main player. This piece hangs at Mrs. Anita's Restaurant on Hwy. 9 North between Ashland and Lineville.
...needs a permanent home.
...needs a permanent home.